They were built in 1923, when this was still far outside the city, if you can imagine. The developer was very successful in selling them to rich gentl...emen who wanted a secluded, but snug place to entertain their mistresses. I've often wondered what sort of stories their walls could tell. We fell in love with it when we handled its sale for a family trust many years ago. But enough history. Please come in, dear."The interior is just as handsome, with appropriate period furnishings and some. He brushes my hair away from my face and gently strokes my cheek. His hand moves from my cheek to my neck before he fondles my breasts and circles my nipple with his finger. My clit responds to his touch, dare I say his presence. He walks behind me and without warning, puts his fingers in my pussy. I open my legs for him as he probes me. I can hear his fingers slide through my wetness. I can no longer hide my moans and can barely contain my desire for him. My legs begin to shake with pleasure.. I casually walk up to the cubby hole they were in as they were jacking each other off awaiting their next bottom victim... I immediately drop my towel and grab ahold of the wall where I bent my slutty ass over in front of them all.. You know what happens next...! Yessir, they owned this black boys ass... All three of them .. Bare... Fucking soooo hot... I was used for over an hour in that very stall inside this 100+ degree steam room... I moaned in agony.. and ecstasy.. The whole entire time.... It could be seen from nearly anywhere in town, a collection of yellow-brick complexes perched on a nearby hill looking down at the small city below it.Roxie shook her head and shrugged. She turned toward the house and saw the curtains in the front window move. It was Aunt Flora on the lookout for her. She hesitated a half minute to give her aunt time to situate herself at the kitchen table, where she always waited for her.Roxie took a look at the old house in which she’d lived nearly all her.